Trigger Warning: More stuff about sexual harassment, but don't worry, after this chapter, it's not going to be a big part of the story.

Chapter 3:

"Principal Westleton!" Anna banged loudly on the door. "Principal Westleton!"

The disheveled old man stumbled out, his bald head shining and gray hair splayed all about. "For the love of humanity, Ms. Ardor!" he sputtered. "What's the issue here?"

"Sir, I have to speak to you about something very important," Anna whispered breathlessly. Next to her, Belle and Snow fidgeted. "In private, please."

Westleton sighed, polishing his spectacles. "Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"No, sir," Anna stated firmly.

The balding principal muttered something under his breath and reluctantly beckoned the teacher and two students into his office. "What is it?" he grumbled, locking the door behind him.

Anna, Belle, and Snow explained to him the situation. All the while, the old man sighed, sniffed, and polished his glasses.

Anna ardently finished with an, "And I expect this girl to be expelled!"

Westleton exhaled, folding his hands in his lap. "Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it since Belle never told Elsa to stop. Now if Elsa had actually forced Belle to do something, which she didn't, then maybe I could take some disciplinary action. But I can't. Sorry."

Anna stared at him, open-mouthed and blinking incredulously. "You're kidding, right? I've just told you that this girl has been asking for sexual favors from other students and you're just going to ignore that? Are you even aware that people are so afraid of her that they don't want to refuse her? This is sexual harassment, and you're supposed to…!"

"Miss Ardor, that's quite enough!" Westleton snapped. "You're in no position to tell me what I can or cannot do!"

"Why? Why are you so opposed to punishing this girl?" Anna scrutinized the old man. "Is there a reason why you want to keep her around?"

"I don't have to have a reason for anything! And of course I don't want to keep a stupid brat like Fraust around! But if I do something to offend her, she might…" he trailed off, nervously glancing around the room.

Anna narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms and fixing Westleton with a glare. "I see. I see what it is. Even you are afraid of her."

Westleton's eyes popped wide open like ping pong balls. "Wha…wh…!" he sputtered. "How dare you…!"

"So I'm right. You're afraid to punish her because of what she might do to you."

"WHY WOULD I BE AFRAID OF SOME SCRAWNY FACE-PAINTED BRAT?" Westleton shot up from his seat with such ferocity that Anna, Belle, and Snow jumped back in alarm. His moustache quivered in fury, his veins popped. "How PRESUMPTUOUS of you, Miss Ardor! Now, if you had half a brain you would skedaddle out of my office THIS INSTANT! You seem to forget that I AM YOUR BOSS, AND I'LL FIRE YOUR LITTLE FANNY IF YOU…"

Anna was too distracted by the image of Westleton jumping up and down like a child to pay any further attention.

"If everybody here is too much of a coward to do anything about Fraust, then I'll take matters into my own hands," Anna calmly announced. Then she stood, turned on her heels, and strode out of the room with Westleton screeching behind her.


"So, you'll do it for me?" Elsa traced a finger around the girl's face.

The girl giggled bashfully, blinking at Elsa with flirtatious lashes. "Yes."

Elsa didn't know her name. But what did it matter? She didn't know the names of the majority of the girls at this school. That didn't seem to stop them from flocking to her like flies around a juicy piece of meat. There was something about Elsa Fraust – her power? Her mysteriousness? Her dick? – that made the girls wild. Elsa didn't mind. They provided her an outlet for her sexual needs.

Now, she had a dark-haired girl pinned against the wall, their faces inches apart. The girl flushed immensely, and Elsa could practically smell the arousal coming off of her. She smirked. Too bad. Only Elsa would get off. She never took care of the needs of the other person.

"Let's go somewhere more private, hm?" Elsa drawled.

"Y-yes…" the girl sighed. She reached up to cup Elsa's face, but the blonde stopped her, snatching the hand in mid-air.

"STOP IT!" a voice called out.

Elsa lazily pulled away from the girl and glanced down the hallway. Striding toward her with conviction and annoying determination was the new trig teacher. Elsa almost hissed with distaste. "What the fuck do you want? I'm a little busy right now."

"Get away from her, right now!" Anna demanded. She faced the dark-haired girl, her eyes turning soft. "If you don't want to do anything with her, you don't have to," she said firmly.

The girl scoffed, wrinkling her nose at Anna. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Anna paused. "Isn't Elsa Fraust demanding sexual favors from you?"

"Uh, yeah?" the girl crossed her arms. "And why the fuck would that be any of your business?"

"Look, everything is going to be alright," Anna placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'll make sure that Elsa doesn't do anything you don't want her to do."

"Again, what the fuck are you talking about?" the girl rudely brushed off Anna's hand. "Look lady, you're interrupting my moment here with Elsa. Now will you just go away?"

The strawberry blonde hesitated. "…Are you telling me that you actually want to do intimate things with her?"

"DUH!" the girl spat, throwing her arms to her sides. "Now for the last time, will you just get the fuck out?"

Anna clenched her fists. "No. In fact, your little moment is going to have to wait, because I need to speak with Fraust in private."

Elsa laughed. "Sorry, but if you want some private time with me, you're going to have to get in line."

"Elsa," Anna spoke gentler this time. Maybe if she tried being nice, the demon incarnate would participate. "Could I please just have a word with you? Alone?"

The blonde gazed at Anna intently, her mind whirring and gauging all of the reasons why Anna would wish to speak with her. Maybe she would beg her to stop the pranks? Maybe she would try to get on her good side? Maybe she wanted to bribe her with something? I suppose I'll let her humor me. This is also my chance to let her know who runs the place.

Elsa exhaled, leaning against the wall and acting bored. "Fine." She turned to the dark-haired girl, jerking her thumb toward the end of the hall. "Go."

The girl pouted a bit, but obeyed and left.

"I've been hearing some complaints from girls around the school that you're forcing them to give you sexual favors," Anna didn't tiptoe around the subject.

Elsa cocked a brow. "Excuse me? Who has been saying this?"

"I don't know their names. But I've heard it from multiple people."

"They're liars," Elsa's lip curled. "And even if I were forcing girls to pleasure me, what would you do about it? Huh?"

Anna observed her closely. "I'm not sure yet," she answered honestly. "But I'll figure something out."

"Oh yeah?" Elsa stood a foot away from Anna. The jet black paint that was lathered across the lower half of her face gave her an ominous aura.

Despite being several years older than Elsa, Anna noted with discomfort that she stood several inches shorter than the platinum blonde.

She masked her slight insecurity and met Elsa's glare with her own. "Yeah," Anna replied. "I'm going to tell you right now that I won't idly stand by and let you take advantage of other girls."

"I can't help it if they're all over me," Elsa sang with arrogance. "And if a handful of them want to give me a blowjob, why should I stop them?"

A growl forced its way up Anna's throat. "Disgusting…" she hissed to herself.

Elsa's eyes darkened. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Anna deadpanned. "But you better watch yourself. If a girl tells you to stop, then you sure as hell better stop!"

"Why would I want a blowjob from a girl who doesn't want to give it to me?" Elsa rolled her eyes. "Everybody knows that jobs are performed better when the person actually wants to put effort into it."

Anna stilled. It seemed as though this Fraust girl wasn't as stupid as she thought. "So if a girl did not want to do anything sexual with you, would you leave her alone?"


"All they would have to do is say stop?"

Elsa paused, thinking for a moment. "I guess so. But that's never happened before, because all the girls want me," she pronounced cockily.

Anna scoffed. "Don't say something so conceited. Not every girl wants you. Not every girl likes your...your deformity. So don't assume anything."

Elsa suddenly stiffened, clenching her jaw. "Don't tell me what to do!" she growled. "You seem to have forgotten that I run things around here!"

"Enough of that!" Anna barked. "You are a student! You're obligated to show the teachers and staff here some respect! You don't run the place. You make it a mess. You're ruining the education for everybody else."

"Ah, shut the fuck up!"

"Do not speak to me like that!"

"Don't even fucking pretend like you care about our education. Why would a rich lady like you come in here with your designer purse, your fancy heels, and your top-notch blouse and skirt and whatnot? It's because this is the only job you could get, I'll bet. I know that the moment you get a better offer you'll pack your bags and run away with your tail between your legs."

"You don't know me…!"

"And I'm not going to make things any easier for you. You made a big mistake, milady, coming in here and thinking you can tell me what to do. I don't have to listen to anything you say. I'll continue running the place. I'll make your time here miserable. And maybe I'll force girls to suck my dick, just to piss you off!"

Something inside Anna snapped. Bolts of scorching, fiery rage shot through her. Somewhere through her reddening vision, Anna saw Elsa's mouth twist into her disgusting signature snarl, smirk, and sneer. It was an expression that made Anna want to smack the shit out of the blonde bitch.

So she did.

It all happened so fast. Elsa was standing before her, a haughty, condescending expression marring her face. The black paint made her more demonic than human. Anna's arm pulled back and snapped forward in a flash. Her open palm collided solidly against something, followed by a loud snapping sound the reverberated through the air.


One moment Elsa was gazing egotistically down upon Anna, and the next moment, she sprawled into a tangled mass of limbs the floor, clutching her jaw.

Anna's vision cleared again. Her eyes bulged like weather balloons, her reddening hand hanging off the wrist, afraid to move. Slowly, her jaw sagged open.

"Oh my goodness…" Anna gaped. "Oh my goodness…oh my goodness…" She took a couple shaky steps forward, hesitantly reaching out to Elsa. "I'm so, so sorry. I never should have done that. I…I don't know what came over me…"

"Get the fuck away from me!" Elsa roughly rasped. She struck Anna's hands out of the way. The redhead recoiled, stumbling stiffly back.

Terror crashed into Anna's spine, her heart started running a marathon. What do I just do? What should I do now?

Elsa bent over the floor on her knees, breathing hard. One hand propped her up, while the other cradled the side of her face. Tremors racked through her body, shaking her limbs. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. The muscles in her jaw clenched so hard that Anna swore she heard teeth grinding.

Long, agonizing moments passed. Elsa's panting and quivering calmed down, and the blonde wobbly picked herself up from the floor.

Anna watched, drowning in an acid storm of guilt, fear, and dread. She looks like she's hurt badly…but I didn't even hit her that hard!

…Did I?

Anna swallowed dryly. I don't think I hit her that hard…I'm not even that strong to begin with! She's the big bad Elsa Fraust! Why is she acting so…wimpy?

"…Are…are you alright?" Anna whispered, taking a tentative step forward.

Elsa's body snapped up, coiled and ready to pounce. She immediately removed her hand from her face, revealing the smudges of black and red paint. If eyes could shoot daggers, Anna would have been a bloody mess pinned to the wall.

Gone was the smugness. Gone was the cockiness.

All that was left was pure seething anger, swirling around Elsa's blazing blue orbs like a raging maelstrom. Her fists clenched, her knuckles turned pale. Her lips pulled into a vicious snarl framing bared teeth.

"I…I'm so sorry," Anna's breath got stuck in her throat. "I…this has never happened before…I don't know why I…"

"Shut your mouth," Elsa rasped.

In one swift movement her body shot forward, her slender fingers clamped tightly around Anna's throat, slamming the older woman against the side of the hall.

The redhead had no time to react. Her head hit the brick wall hard, causing stars to flash in her vision. She choked as Elsa's strong grip seized her neck, while the other hand pressed painfully against her chest.

Elsa breathed heavily, her face so close to Anna's that their noses nearly touched. As much as Anna wanted to avert her eyes from Elsa's sweltering gaze, she found that she simply couldn't. The emotion that spun around in Elsa's cerulean orbs was so intense, so painful that Anna found herself mystified.

"Don't ever fucking do that again," Elsa whispered. Her voice trembled. Her eyes were bloodshot with anger.

Anna could only weakly nod. Her hands grappled Elsa's iron grip futilely.

The blonde opened and closed her mouth several times, but said nothing more. Her lips quivered, her arms shook as she pressed hard against Anna.

Finally, Elsa released Anna all at once, shoving her against the wall for good measure. The blonde stumbled a few steps back and hesitated, again, as if she wanted to add something more. But in the end, with no words coming to her, Elsa sped out of the hall.

Anna's knees gave out. She sagged down against the wall. Relief washed over her, smothering the previous terror.

Immediately, guilt sickened her to the core.

I hurt someone. I purposely, physically hurt someone. What's the matter with me?

Anna buried her face in her hands. All her life she valued her kind and compassionate nature, and her inability to hurt a fly. And yet, the words spoken from this girl, Fraust, had incensed her to the point where she snapped.

Why did I snap?

Anna shakily raised her right hand, the hand that still tingled from striking Elsa. Sticky black and red paint smudged her palm and fingers.

Then a sharp bolt of realization hit Anna in the chest. Elsa had only been wearing black paint on her face. So where did the red come from?

There's no way this is blood, Anna firmly told herself. There's no way. I didn't hit her that hard. She must've been wearing red paint that I didn't notice.

Nonetheless, an unsettling feeling coldly draped over her.

When Anna finally stood up to gather her bag and papers, another bomb of worry dropped on top of her.

There goes my job, Anna thought. That's it. I'm fired now. She fought to keep the warmth from building up behind her eyes. It's all for the best, she told herself, hurriedly exiting the school. The principle didn't like her, the students didn't like her, and she didn't like them anyway.

It's all for the best.

It was only a matter of time before Fraust reports the incident, and Anna's ass gets fired. The strawberry blonde numbly strode out of the run-down building towards her apartment. She didn't bother unpacking. After all, she was surely going to get the boot by the time tomorrow comes around the corner.

It wasn't until late at night, while Anna tossed and turned sleeplessly in her bed, did she realize that Elsa didn't kill her for hitting her across the face.

I've been told that she murdered seven men simply because they insulted her…

…But why did I get off the hook?


"Okay, okay, how about this," Ariel giggled maliciously. "The next time that redheaded bitch comes wearing a white shirt, we'll drag the hose into the classroom and spray her with water!"

"No." Elsa muttered, leaning against a tree.

"Oh, right, right," Ariel corrected herself. "How the fuck are we supposed to drag a hose into the classroom? Good point, Elsa. Okay, so new plan. We fill up water guns with water, and shoot…"

"No." Elsa said again.

"Okay, we'll fill up balloons with water…"

"I said no!" Elsa snapped, slamming her fist into the bark of the trunk. The slender tree trembled, stray leaves floated down from the branches.

All of the Yetis sitting across the ground jumped, and all eyes landed on Elsa.

"Ariel, you fucking dumbass, how many times do I have to tell you that we do not use water for our pranks?" the blonde hissed.

Ariel stroked her chin for a few moments. "Damn…you're right…I forgot." She groaned, sagging. "But why, Elsa? I don't know why you're so opposed to it. It's the simplest prank…"

"That's exactly why," Elsa's blazing eyes bore into Ariel's. "It's far too simple. Water doesn't leave a mark. In a couple of hours, it dries, and it's as if nothing happened. We have to make it so our victims remember what we did to them…so that they walk around with it all day!"

"Yeah, but if we spray her with water when she's wearing white, we can let the whole school see her underwear…" Ariel protested.

Elsa fixed Ariel with a wilting gaze. The scarlet-haired girl shrunk back. "I've already said no. How many more times will I have to repeat myself?"

"N-none," Ariel stammered, shifting away from Elsa. "I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare suggest it again," Elsa whispered darkly.

"Y-yes, Elsa."

Elsa moodily turned away from Ariel, drumming her fingers incessantly into the damp grass. The Yetis made sure they kept a reasonable bubble of space between themselves and their leader. She was angry, they could tell. And when Elsa Fraust was aggravated, the best course of action would be to give her some room. Only Ariel had been airheaded enough to attempt a cheerful conversation with the blonde.

"Everyone," Elsa stated after several minutes of silence. A dozen pairs of eyes expectantly stared back. "I expect us to drive away this intruding teacher by the end of the week. She has no business being here." Most importantly, she has undermined me, time and time again. If I let her stick around, she could embarrass me in front of everyone. She doesn't seem to have any fear of me, that goddamn bitch… Thinking about the previous incident made Elsa's blood boil. How dare she lay her hands on me like that! Elsa's fists clenched so hard that her nails broke into the skin of her palms. Heat rushed to her face, her teeth ground together.

Despite her painful embarrassment, a small tinge of relief survived underneath her boiling anger. She had been lucky no one was around to see the incident. Elsa shuddered to think about the rumors that would spread if someone were to witness the infamous Elsa Fraust get knocked down by a scrawny pretty face.

Damn…why didn't I hit her back? Why didn't I? Elsa didn't realize that her eyes were squeezed shut until Meg's voice brought her back to reality.

"Don't be so frustrated, Els," the dark-haired girl muttered. "We'll figure something out. You can count on me. I'll make sure that she's out of here by week's end."


Be sure to take a quick look at the cover art I made for this story! I know it's a bit small and hard to see, but Elsa's riding on a skateboard and is about to pelt Anna with a red paint balloon xD

And please review! I do have a plan of where to take the story, but updates might be a little slow at least until the end of this year. But seriously, thank you all so much for the support thus far! It's really encouraging!